What if her father had been seeing someone else, and her mother found out and threatened to divorce him? She thought back to the day her mother insisted she make Simon sign a prenup. Her mother had made it a point to tell Kate that Harrison had signed one too. If they divorced, he’d lose millions. But still, he made plenty of money in the medical practice, and she knew he’d invested wisely over the years. She shook her head. But what had they argued about that would have made her want to change her will?

She felt as if her mind was spinning out of control. She’d worked so hard to tame it, to have a game plan for every day. Kate missed being in the operating room. She was in charge in her OR. Strong, competent, assured. Yes, there were sometimes surprises in surgery, but she never panicked, was calmness personified, her anxiety left in the scrub room. She trained hard for it, and had a plan for every contingency. But in the real world, where nothing was organized and ordered, it was a different story. She couldn’t let herself fall apart again.

Simon came into the room, interrupting her thoughts. “I’m just going to run to the office to pick up some drawings. I’m going to work from home the rest of the week. With everything that’s going on, I’ll feel better being here.”

She looked at him with suspicion. “It’s getting late. You’re leaving now? Can’t it wait until morning?”

“It’ll just be easier to get it out of the way tonight.”

Or maybe he was meeting someone whose name started with an S. “Right.”

He gave her a concerned look. “I’m trying to be supportive. I’ve got an early call, and I need those drawings beforehand. Otherwise I’ll have to go into the office tomorrow morning, and once I’m there, it will be hard to extract myself. I won’t be long.”

“Fine.”

After he left, she peeked into Annabelle’s room and watched her for a few minutes. She loved to see her child sleep, so angelic and sweet. Kate’s heart ached at the thought of not being able to see her precious little girl grow up. Suddenly, running to the bed, she scooped her up. Annabelle started to stir. “Shhh, it’s okay. Come sleep in Mommy’s room,” Kate soothed her, and within a few minutes, she was back asleep in Kate’s four-poster bed. Kate beckoned to the guard in the hall.

“Alan, I want you to guard my bedroom. No one is to come in. Do you understand? Not my father, not my husband, not the nanny. No one.”

If he was surprised, his face didn’t show it. “Of course.”